A salient tale of two ‘yesterday men’ but with rather different outcomes for each.

That sounds almost intelligent? Almost interesting?? Either of which would be unusual for these pages so don’t get hopes too high.

Jeremy Corbyn is a yesterday man. On the grounds that:

1. he’s a nob
2. he’s a tosser
3. he’s a wanker
4. I hate him
5. Can’t think of a fifth without resorting to language that would make me blush. Which would have to be some serious fucking language indeed.

Corbyn’s a throwback. Which I can forgive. I’ve always had a soft spot for socialism. Michael Foot did it and all worked well until a general election when it became apparent that most of this fair nation lack sufficient soft spots for socialism to want it in their lives.

Where Corbyn leaves me totally, other than the rabid anti-semitism that his presence has somehow engendered, is the subtle shift from a benign Marxism (possession is theft; power to the workers; tax the rich; then tax them more) to a more aggressive Stalinism (kill the rich; behead the monarchy; my way or NO WAY) with his own KGB (Momentum) and an acceptance of a brutal, bullying, nasty way of treating his own colleagues and party members.

And yesterday, given the wonderful opportunity to get rid of this horrible little man, the Labour Party, or what’s left of it, chose to give the imbecile a new mandate to lead them.

The other yesterday man is Wayne Rooney. The Roonster. The tubby little England captain who was dropped by new manager, Jose Morinho and sat on the bench for all but 10 minutes of Manchester United’s win over Hull yesterday afternoon. The game was over before he came on. 4-1. Easy peasy.

But where does that leave Wayne? And Colleen? What will they do?

Leaving out Rooney gave the United team a balance they’ve been lacking in recent weeks (and recent losses) when the little Scouser plays. United were more threatening, more fluid, they were quicker, dangerous and clinically effective. Whether this was due to Morinho’s brilliance (as he would doubtless have it) or due to Morinho’s men reading every sports journalist saying ‘leave Rooney out and United will be great’, we’ll never know. But Jose’s put his money on Ibrahimavich and without Rooney has found the best way to make the big Swede most advantageous.

Arsenal beat Chelsea with breezy ease. Which is both funny and horrid at the same time.

And Spurs go second in the league.

I’ll repeat that: Spurs go second in the league.

Very happy Sunday, which will be yesterday by tomorrow.

A xxxx